Chapter 4237
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Anye Eleven laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke.
However, before he could laugh out loud, Anye San, who had been silent beside him, suddenly said faintly, "You don't know the reason, but I think the new Master Xuanzhen should be very clear about it, right?"
"What? Master Xuanzhen is here?! "
"That's great! Mercy City is saved now! "
Jueming's face lit up with joy. He hurriedly led the other people to put their palms together and bowed. "Welcome, Martial Uncle Xuanzhen."
Everyone in Mercy City knew that.
The current abbot of Dabei Temple, Master Shanhui, was the first disciple of Bodhidharma.
Xuanzhen was the personal disciple of Master Shanhui, and also the Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall.
In Dabei Temple, Xuanzhen's cultivation and strength were second only to Bodhidharma's Junior Brothers and personal disciples.
In Mercy City, he was even more famous.
After a while, they saw a monk in an ordinary yellow frock slowly land from the sky.
Jueming's tense nerves instantly relaxed.
Today, the villains who attacked Mercy City were all ruthless, and they had tricks that he could not imagine.
Originally, Jueming was really worried that the Eighteen Bronze Men would suffer heavy losses.
Now that he saw Martial Uncle [Xuanzhen], his heart immediately returned to its original position.
As long as Martial Uncle Xuanzhen was here, these demons would not be able to do anything for long.
As soon as Xuanzhen landed, he ignored Jueming and the people of Mercy City who saluted him. Instead, he stared at Anye Three, and then glanced at Anye Eleven, slowly frowning.
Anye Three stepped forward and reached out to pull off the veil on his face, revealing a scarred face.
When one's cultivation reached the Xuan Immortal level, his whole body could be molded with immortal bones, and his skin wounds could basically be healed without medicine.
Scars were also something that was almost impossible to appear.
However, the scars on Anye Three's face were extremely horrible, revealing a blue and purple color that made people's scalps numb, as if there were countless worms slowly wriggling across his face.
"Master Xuanzhen, long time no see!"
Anye Three said gently, "Oh, by the way, I forgot that Master Xuanzhen probably can't recognize me now that I look like a ghost."
Xuan Zhen was stunned for a while. Then, he put his palms together and softly said "Amitabha", "I'm old and can't remember it clearly, but I still have some impression. Benefactor, your name seems to be Lin Yucheng, right?"
"Shut up!!" The Third Master of the Dark Night could no longer maintain his composure. He suddenly threw out a Talisman of Black Curse and said, "Bald donkey, you don't deserve to call my name!"
Xuan Zhen took a step back and put her palms together. Golden light suddenly shone around her.
When the Black Curse Talisman collided with the golden light barrier, it was instantly incinerated.
Xuan Zhen lowered his eyelids slightly. His voice was gentle, but there was a hint of coldness in his words. "I have already advised Uncle-Master Wu Che to eliminate all evil. All the hosts have been infected with the evil karma of the world-destroying demon. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, they should be eliminated to prevent future troubles … Now, it seems that my decision was correct."
"Good, good! That's great! This is the eminent monk of Dabei Temple who cares about helping the world, hahaha!! "
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